Qian Cangyi mingled among the other merfolk, heading to the deck together.
By now, the surroundings of the ghost ship had transformed. The salty smell of seawater was replaced by a spicy scent, as if several dry chili peppers had been stuffed into the mouth.
Qian Cangyi took the opportunity to observe his surroundings when no merfolk was paying attention.
The sky was no longer overcast with dark clouds, but neither was it lit with starlight, only a deep black extended everywhere.
All the living crew members were bound near a mast. Not far from the mast, a wooden board stretched out from the edge of the deck. The board was barely wide enough for one person to pass and was only about two meters long.
Did the merfolk plan to have the crew jump off this board later?
Qian Cangyi visualized the corresponding scene in his mind. Still, he didn't focus much on the crew. If actors were among them, he might make an effort to rescue them.
